Sydney to Kangaroo Valley

Mandy had a week off so we headed out today for a bit of a driving tour of the bottom half of New South Wales.

Not a great start though as some muppet reversed into our hire car in the local supermarket car park. Then drove away. I raced across the car park shouting in my broadest scottish accent, and eventually she stopped. She thought she had only hit a shopping trolley, so it didn't matter.

She was, of course, driving a 4x4 to drive to the super market. Nuff said.

Eventually we got on the road as there was no major damage to the car, and I took out full insurance as well, luckily enough.

We drove through Kangaroo Valley, and after 'researching' a few campsites, we ended up pitching in the village campground. The weather was pretty toasty and it was nice to camp without having to worry about freezin to death halfway through the night.

The only small worry was some very strange noises in the night, but I satisfied myself with the knowledge that Australia doesn't have large predators, unless you're near the water. Turns out it was half a dozen wombats fighting over fruit. At least we know what that sounds like now.